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Arizona
Smithington Esquire Ranch
It was known around the state as one of the premier horse farms. The sort of place where champions were created, bred, and trained. It started out a hundred years ago, little more than one building and a dream by Earl Smithington himself. It was his dedication to that dream that saw that one building and small collection of horses into the powerhouse that it was now. The farm trained horses for all sorts of things, from rodeos to family horses to Derby winning champions. Its reputation as a family led business was helped by the three generations that worked on it.
Mama Smithington or Mama S as she preferred to be called was the matriarch. The perfect southern woman, she was known around the city of Lexington as cook, wife, and mother. She was a community leader but not one of those bitchy southern women as she liked to call it. She didn’t believe in that sort of thing and was known to be kind to all. She was complimented by her husband Pa Smithington or Pa as he liked to be known as. Pa was the head of household and it was his great great granddaddy who started the whole thing. Pa was a college graduate who had done a little under wear modeling in his college years. Matter of fact the picture of him in the locker room his head resting on his forehead and his back bowed slightly while the water poured down his body and soaked his briefs was still passed around girls locker rooms and what not.
They were the perfect parents, which meant their six sons had quite a legacy to live up to! Luckily Mama S had given birth to six of the finest men this side of the southern line. They were strapping men, built like their father with broad shoulders and a T shaped physique. The oldest was named Timothy, The second Anthony, the third Ezekiel, the fourth Marston, and the firth and six were twins named Bartholomew and Andrew respectively. Practically royalty of the area they were all raised right by their mama right.
Our tale follows the middle child Marston Smithington. Born right smack dab in the middle but no less loved by his parents. The thing about Marston was, that he was overwhelmed by all the large personalities in his life. Big brothers, little brothers, and his parents themselves. He was just as handsome as the other strapping men in the family. However, he was shy capable of ripping a log in half with his bare hands but totally clueless about such a thing. He turned to computers and finances learning the mental side of things and focusing less on the physical. His Pa saw the merits in that and put him to work on the books and clerical side of things. He took to it like a duck to water and after high school went to work full time on management while his brothers went off and had their adventures.
Summer: 2020
“Come on Marston!” Anthony shouted up the steps. “You’ve spent enough time primping in front of the mirror!”
Marston huffed rolling his shoulder as he looked at himself in the mirror. He ran a critical eye over his collared shirt, belt buckle, jeans, and boots. He looked like a proper cowboy… if not for the glasses perched on his nose. One might have thought he was comfortable in these sorts of clothing however the grimace on his face told an entirely different story.
“I said COME ON!” Anthony hollered banging on his door and causing Marston to jump a foot in the air.
“Just a minute!” Marston stuttered out with a glare. Nevertheless, he put some cologne on and moved to the door. Thank god his brother was gone when he opened the door! He really didn’t want a verbal tongue lashing from the man on his bachelor party eve or whatever it was they called it. Why HE had to go to this was beyond him though! It was a boys night but he’d never gone to this sort of tomfoolery before. He shook his head from side to side tutting as he went downstairs and joined the boys.
“There he is!” Tim said sighing in relief. They were all being fawned over by Mama S well fawned over and also firmly reminded not to act a fool. Seeing Marston come down his mama came over and showered him with kisses while the boys teased him. By the end of it all he was blushing furiously and was eternally grateful when their pa reminded them that the limo was waiting. They all clambered in, and before they were even out of the gates of the ranch Tim pulled out a bottle of their Fathers treasured Kentucky Bourbon.
“Anthony’s found himself a fine gal!” Tim said pouring them each a shot glass. “Tonight, we celebrate his last night as a free man! Now as mama said no tomfoolery here! We boys got a reputation in this town.”
He passed out the shots and brought them up. “To a night like no other boys!” He said waiting for them to repeat it back. They all took the shot, even Marston though he made a face about it.
Smithington Esquire Ranch
It was known around the state as one of the premier horse farms. The sort of place where champions were created, bred, and trained. It started out a hundred years ago, little more than one building and a dream by Earl Smithington himself. It was his dedication to that dream that saw that one building and small collection of horses into the powerhouse that it was now. The farm trained horses for all sorts of things, from rodeos to family horses to Derby winning champions. Its reputation as a family led business was helped by the three generations that worked on it.
Mama Smithington or Mama S as she preferred to be called was the matriarch. The perfect southern woman, she was known around the city of Lexington as cook, wife, and mother. She was a community leader but not one of those bitchy southern women as she liked to call it. She didn’t believe in that sort of thing and was known to be kind to all. She was complimented by her husband Pa Smithington or Pa as he liked to be known as. Pa was the head of household and it was his great great granddaddy who started the whole thing. Pa was a college graduate who had done a little under wear modeling in his college years. Matter of fact the picture of him in the locker room his head resting on his forehead and his back bowed slightly while the water poured down his body and soaked his briefs was still passed around girls locker rooms and what not.
They were the perfect parents, which meant their six sons had quite a legacy to live up to! Luckily Mama S had given birth to six of the finest men this side of the southern line. They were strapping men, built like their father with broad shoulders and a T shaped physique. The oldest was named Timothy, The second Anthony, the third Ezekiel, the fourth Marston, and the firth and six were twins named Bartholomew and Andrew respectively. Practically royalty of the area they were all raised right by their mama right.
Our tale follows the middle child Marston Smithington. Born right smack dab in the middle but no less loved by his parents. The thing about Marston was, that he was overwhelmed by all the large personalities in his life. Big brothers, little brothers, and his parents themselves. He was just as handsome as the other strapping men in the family. However, he was shy capable of ripping a log in half with his bare hands but totally clueless about such a thing. He turned to computers and finances learning the mental side of things and focusing less on the physical. His Pa saw the merits in that and put him to work on the books and clerical side of things. He took to it like a duck to water and after high school went to work full time on management while his brothers went off and had their adventures.
Summer: 2020
“Come on Marston!” Anthony shouted up the steps. “You’ve spent enough time primping in front of the mirror!”
Marston huffed rolling his shoulder as he looked at himself in the mirror. He ran a critical eye over his collared shirt, belt buckle, jeans, and boots. He looked like a proper cowboy… if not for the glasses perched on his nose. One might have thought he was comfortable in these sorts of clothing however the grimace on his face told an entirely different story.
“I said COME ON!” Anthony hollered banging on his door and causing Marston to jump a foot in the air.
“Just a minute!” Marston stuttered out with a glare. Nevertheless, he put some cologne on and moved to the door. Thank god his brother was gone when he opened the door! He really didn’t want a verbal tongue lashing from the man on his bachelor party eve or whatever it was they called it. Why HE had to go to this was beyond him though! It was a boys night but he’d never gone to this sort of tomfoolery before. He shook his head from side to side tutting as he went downstairs and joined the boys.
“There he is!” Tim said sighing in relief. They were all being fawned over by Mama S well fawned over and also firmly reminded not to act a fool. Seeing Marston come down his mama came over and showered him with kisses while the boys teased him. By the end of it all he was blushing furiously and was eternally grateful when their pa reminded them that the limo was waiting. They all clambered in, and before they were even out of the gates of the ranch Tim pulled out a bottle of their Fathers treasured Kentucky Bourbon.
“Anthony’s found himself a fine gal!” Tim said pouring them each a shot glass. “Tonight, we celebrate his last night as a free man! Now as mama said no tomfoolery here! We boys got a reputation in this town.”
He passed out the shots and brought them up. “To a night like no other boys!” He said waiting for them to repeat it back. They all took the shot, even Marston though he made a face about it.
